Movie review: Fading Gigolo’ sees John Turturro turn in a fine movie

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May 2, 2014 at 1:01 AM

By Ed SymkusMore Content Now

If you sat down at “Fading Gigolo” without knowing anything about it, you’d no doubt think you were watching a new Woody Allen movie. It’s all about love and sex and insecurity and jealousy; there’s jazz spinning through the soundtrack; men and women tend not to understand each other’s motivations; and one of the lead characters is an older, very talkative Jewish fellow from Brooklyn who’s, by the way, played by Woody Allen.

But this was written and directed by, and co-stars John Turturro, who is no doubt a big fan of Allen. No, this is not a Woody rip-off. Turturro manages to get his own creative voice in there, playing a likeable if confused character who just can’t figure out how to play the cards that life has dealt him.

He’s Fioravante, a nice guy who’s eking by as a part-timer at a flower shop. His best friend is Murray (Allen), who has just been forced to shut down his once successful book shop. Murray is a family man, but Fioravante is alone. Both men are a bit lost, both are trying to figure out what to do next.

What they come up with sounds, at first, pretty far-fetched. Murray’s wealthy, married dermatologist, Dr. Parker (Sharon Stone) casually mentions she’d like to try a three-way. Business-minded Murray thinks he might be able to set something up, for a lot of money, and feels that Fioravante might be the right guy to get involved in this “business.” Murray is a man with amoral tendencies, and he hatches a plan to become his lonely pal’s pimp. The three-way goes by the wayside, but Murray finds that a lot of women who happen to have a lot of cash are interested in a safe little fling with an OK-looking, energetic nice guy. Never mind that Fioravante has no self-esteem, and doesn’t even think he’s attractive.

But while that story gets cooking, another one begins, again with Murray at the center. He needs some assistance from his late rabbi’s beautiful, deeply religious, and still-grieving young wife Avigal (Vanessa Paradis), a woman who, it’s said by others in the neighborhood, hasn’t smiled in the two years her husband has been gone. Maybe, suggests Murray some massage therapy would help, and maybe Fioravante is the guy to provide it.

Don’t bother trying to figure out where all of this is going, because while the pimping business grows and the money starts flowing in, and while Avigal considers taking that advice, the action goes back to Dr. Parker, who has told her excitable friend Selima (Sofia Vergara) about her time spent with the stud she’s been hiring. This news, wouldn’t you know, interests Selima.

But even that story doesn’t get to develop much before another plot strand is introduced, one about Dovi (Liev Schreiber), the Chassidic leader of the local neighborhood patrol who is becoming concerned that Avigal has started leaving her house, is dressing more fashionably, and is smiling as she travels somewhere with an odd little man named Murray.

This is a sweet and funny film with some serious issues going on at its core, a couple of almost surreal and ridiculous moments about a Jewish “trial,” and a few really moving scenes that ring true concerning human nature. It’s aimed at a sophisticated adult audience who will understand that the characters are all good people and are all worth caring about. There are wonderful performances by everyone, with Allen, Schreiber, and the French actress Paradis standing out. Turturro turns in a typically fine role with his Fioravante, but it’s his script and direction that should really be noted. The script doesn’t reveal much of what’s going on behind closed doors, leaving us to wonder about much of that. And Turturro likes to let cameras linger on people’s faces, in those cases letting us wonder what they’re thinking about.

It turns out to be a very romantic film featuring all sorts of lonely people who are keeping their hopes alive. A very nice move on Turturro’s part is that he gives it a gentle ending that closes off a couple of stories while, at the last moment, opening up another one.